He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 348

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Juniper."

Lydia hurriedly pulled Josie up, her face a mask of righteous indignation. "There's no need for you to constantly pick on a small child."

Children were always the ultimate shield. As an adult, arguing with a child was inherently a bad look.

Juniper stared down at the crying little girl, a slow smile curving her lips. "Little girl, have you ever thought that maybe you aren't Nelson's biological daughter? The way you act is nothing like how Nelson was when he was your age."

The moment those words hung in the air, Lydia's face drained of all color.

Josie, who had been crying, froze as if she had been struck by lightning. A second ago, her tears were fake; now, she began to wail for real.

Juniper would never lay a hand on a child, but what was a child's greatest fear?

"Your dad might actually be someone else. One day, Nelson is just going to abandon you."

Josie's wails echoed down the corridor. "You bad woman! Bad woman!"

Juniper simply grabbed Alistair's arm and walked away.

Josie clung tightly to Lydia's leg. "Mommy, waaaah!"

She was only four years old. Juniper's words were nothing short of a catastrophic emotional blow.

Lydia stared murderously at Juniper's retreating back. She wasn't entirely sure just how much Juniper actually knew.

Swallowing hard, she irritably grabbed Josie by the shoulders. "Don't listen to her nonsense. Your daddy loves you the most."

Josie hiccuped, her eyes bloodshot. "I want to find Daddy."

She seemed desperate to confirm whether Nelson actually loved her.

"Fine, go ahead. Just be careful."

Juniper held a glass of wine, giving a slow nod. "She looked like she wanted to murder you on the spot."

But the more furious and stifled Yvonne felt, the more satisfied Juniper became.

Alistair easily read her thoughts, a faint smile touching his lips.

A cool breeze swept across the river. For the high-society elite, tonight was a rare opportunity to indulge and let loose.

Juniper's gaze drifted toward a perfectly disciplined row of bodyguards stationed nearby. She listened as Alistair explained, "That's George Harrington's detail. Almost everyone in the Harrington family works in politics, so they rarely attend social functions. Margot barely celebrated her previous birthdays. Throwing an event this massive for her eightieth is likely all for the sake of the youngest son."

Juniper had heard rumors about him before. The youngest son had supposedly been living abroad for decades.

"George's branch of the family only has one son. It's actually a wild story. When he was born, a fortune teller claimed he wouldn't survive if raised at home. So, they forced the boy to live away from the family and sent him straight into the military. He retired before he was twenty-five, showed zero interest in politics, and went off to join the special forces. You need to be careful of him. He's infatuated with Lydia."

Juniper paused mid-sip, her eyes widening in sheer shock. "How do you know that?"